Fierce Obsession Novels & Stories

"And you really look like someone who likes dark lyrics.” I gave an innocent smile, hiding in the background any characteristic of that little monster that lurking underneath.” "What's so dark about a woman who says she's crazy about someone?” "Nothing that is good comes from someone who is obsessed with someone else," he scored wisely. "You're right," I replied, arching an eyebrow. "Obsession always ends in a tragic way.

“There would be functions where we would be in attendance to and you would play the part of a doting wife and I , a caring husband. We would both remain faithful to each other during the period of our contract and there would be no talks of children. I am a very busy person so you would most likely have the house to all to yourself as I would be scarce there. I assure you this agreement would be over before you know it “. His voice was tight and void of any emotions. “ Do you understand or do I have to go over everything again… Oh and before I forget , you and your father have been warned. I do not enjoy being fooled and would only let this slide once… Am I clear? “ His expression was harden

You are going to me mine and I can fuck you whenever and wherever I want. Listening to that I looked up and I wasn't seeing that old Abhi there. he was behaving like a monster and I was getting afraid of him then. A shiver ran through my boss hearing to that. I never imagined he would say anything like that. '''Why??? What happened??? Why are you so shocked??? Oh come on!!! it will be a pleasure for you too.. Come on. and this cold weather demands this.. Come on. baby its our honeymoon and I am not gonna let you sleep without satisfying me tonight.''''

Cillian yelled at me, he didn't want to hear what I had to say, he stopped up from the chair he sat on and hurriedly walked out of the room, and it seems he doesn't want me to get hurt, I wipe uncontrollably but find solace in no one's arms, I folded myself and forced myself to sleep, it could be my last day on earth A few hours later Suddenly, I felt a strong hand holding tightly to me, the ward seemed dark and cold, I tried to scream but his hand overpowered me, he held tightly to my mouth like a sheep ready to slaughter like a sacrificial lamb knew it was a man's gripped because I felt it was a touch of a man, his hands seem rough in my skin "If you scream, I'll cut off your throat" That

His reign was marked by unparalleled cruelty, his insatiable appetite for power and domination casting a dark shadow over the vampire realm. With a heart as cold and unforgiving as the icy depths of winter, Lefevre was not one to be crossed. His piercing gaze, as sharp as the edge of a blade, could strip a soul bare, exposing its deepest vulnerabilities and laying them open for exploitation. His smile, a twisted promise of pain and suffering, was enough to chill even the bravest of warriors to their very core.

The silence was heavy,something inside me snapped. “Oh fuck it,” I hissed, throwing my arms around his neck. Alexander kissed me hard. There was nothing soft about it. He lifted me up and carried me to the table by the window, pushing the lamp and a bottle of wine to the floor. Neither of us cared about the crash. He kissed me like he was starving. His hands were everywhere — my waist, my thighs, my back. The hunger in him felt stronger than before. Almost desperate. “I want to taste you,” he said against my mouth, voice low and rough.

her voice shivered as that night ran in her mind. "What he did to you?" "He-he-he. All I know is that he is crazy. Wild. Violent. An obsessive enthusiast. He can kill with a flick of his finger, with a flutter of his lash," she kept on saying as if in a trance, "if you g-go against him, he won't kill you but extract your soul. When you are u-under him, around him, you have got no other option but to obey because at the end only that would happen what he had mentioned in the very start. I'm scared of challenging him,"

I hollered, stood up to approach her but she immediately moved backwards really fast, still having her face to me. I attempted to move closer but she brought her hand forward, "stop!" She yelled, panting like I was the demon of a horror movie trying to catch its prey. "Please tell me what's wrong so we can sort it out." I inquired, fully trying my best to stay calm. "Is it because of some goddamn fucking obsession that you decided to paralyse my parents by spraying that gas? Just so you could get your stupid desire." She hollered, tears rolling down her face.

“We speak of sense. You hunt with no plan, no pause, chasing down rumors. This is not a sound strategy, Your Majesty, it is an obsession.” The word struck hard, reverberating through the chamber. Obsession. I straightened slowly, sweeping my gaze across them. Their fear was palpable, but beneath it I saw what they would not yet voice aloud: doubt. Mutiny. “You call it obsession,” I said, voice low, steady, dangerous. “But obsession is the only reason you sit breathing in this chamber. Obsession united packs. Obsession crushed your enemies.” My eyes locked on the boldest of them, the one who dared meet my stare. “And you, lordling, dare question what you’ve never bled for.”

the madness for his belonging was clearly seen in his eyes, which intensified her fear because he was sounding like that deadly obsessor, who could destroy anyone or anything just to have his claim over his obsession. He could kill anyone for his obsession. Anisia looked away from him because his mere gaze felt too intimidating to her, especially when she was being so close to him. It made her get that irrational thought inside her mind like he was talking about her, but this was impossible. They both were completely strangers to each other. They both knew nothing about each other, except for their names, and it should stay like this…. right? Anisia roamed her eyes around her surroundings wh